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Death
«Nothing except possibly love and death are of importance, & even the importance of death is somewhat ephemeral, as no one has yet faxed back a reliable report.»
«Naked a man comes from his mother?s womb, and as he comes, so he departs. He takes nothing from his labor that he can carry in his hand.»
«My arms have mutinied against me ? brutes!My fingers fidget like ten idle brats,My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours.Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease.»
Author: Wilfred Owen
(Poet, Soldier)
| About:
Death,
Poetry,
World War I
| Keywords:
brutes, mutinies, squads
«Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.»
«One can survive everything nowadays, except death, and live down anything, except a good reputation.»
Author: Oscar Wilde
(Critic, Dramatist, Novelist, Poet)
| About:
Death,
Reputation,
Survival
| Keywords:
death, except, nowadays, reputation, survive
«Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,It seems to me most strange that men should fear;Seeing that death, a necessary end,Will come when it will come.»
«Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.»